cloudscape

the back of the moebius strip that got me from here to there and back again: looks like this, i think. home now. half way back around this giant world. i know i went though because i am seeing (amongst my persistent cloudscapes) dear new faces and their gazes. leila and her as darling boy, the singer - whose sweet and humble demeanor and soaring voice i can still see and hear (in my cloudy way), our mayor, our dimos, the community, met and unmet. how excellent: all of them singing. a nice way to end it (minus the brutal flying marathon that followed). have been fighting to stay awake till 8:30 after two solid days of travel. now i'll let myself drift though - floating back just above that many hundred mile shelf of clouds that was trembling with little kicks of lightning above the entire midwest.

envy those below - the flapping shutters, the sheets of rain, the smell of rain and dust. (flooding aside, of course)
very pretty here though.

bedtime.
over and out.